User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160131070425/@comment-1298206-20160728050000

''As the tree rat slumped over, slain, Captain Grimear remained silent and solemn, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath from his wild attack just moments before. His face was a mask of cold rage as his eyes stayed fixed on the Painted One's corpse. It took nearly a minute for Feffle's words to take hold of the hare. When they did, Grimear turned and looked around the area to see if there were any remaining foes. The only creatures he saw were the rat and the stoat, who was being pulled upward into the trees. Beckoning to his young companion, the captain shot the vermin pair a quick glance before making his way in the other direction.'' "C'mon, Feffle. Let's leave them an' be on our way."